Said whiskey was on the table in front of him, along with two glasses. He leaned forward, reaching for the bottle and uncapping it, sloshing amber liquid into both glasses. He held hers out towards her, feeling a little nervous himself. Matt's imagination had been having a good time, and for a guy who kind of got off a bit on pain and danger, there was something heady about a woman who could possibly break every part of him during sex. "Your drink."